Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King is Addicted to Me: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

(Bria POV) Aiden hasn’t been by to talk to me and I’m worried about him. Opening the door to ask Conner whether he’s alright, I’m shocked to find that all of Aiden’s soldiers are gone. In their place, I find my personal guard.My heart aches at Tyra’s absence. She should have been my Beta. At least she’s safe wherever she is now. Sadly she’ll never be completely out of Adrienne’s grasp until we manage to remove her from the picture permanently.“Lady Briana,” Eric says, stepping forward. “Is there anything we can get for you? Or would you like us to accompany you somewhere?” It’s clear he’s been appointed as their leader. “Eric, it’s so good to see you. Please drop the Lady, I’m never going to like being addressed that way. Has the king given permission for me to move about freely?”Eric offers me a small smile, “We do not answer to the king. We follow only your orders.” I like the sound of that and enjoy the sense of safety it affords me. This isn’t something they could simply have

(Bria POV) We pass Conner and some of Aiden’s guards in the hall and I call out to him excitedly. I want to make sure that Aiden didn’t punish him too severely. My mouth pops open when every single one of them turns on the spot and hurries in the opposite direction.Griselda touches my arm sympathetically, “Don’t take it personally. The king’s forbidden any of them to speak to you. He really seems to be taking your safety very seriously.” I smile at her serenely, keen not to let anyone know that Aiden and I are at odds. “He certainly seems to be,” I agree mildly.“Why are we going this way?” I ask with a frown once we get outside, looking back at the training yard which lies in the opposite direction. “We’ve been given our own space for training,” Griselda explains again. She’s starting to look a bit concerned at the fact that I’m apparently completely clueless.She’s a few years older than me, battle scarred and extremely competitive. I chose her because of her incredible fighting s

(Bria POV)Griselda pops her head in to ask if I want to join them for training. If I don’t go, half of them don’t get to train because they have to stare at my door. So, despite being exhausted, I find myself agreeing. I’m grateful that none of them treat me any differently, or dart concerned glances my way after last night.James is back to being his flirtatious, outrageous self and shows me what it looks like when he takes it less easy on me. My chest wound pulls slightly when I swing my sword, but the tenderness is gone. It won’t be long before I can fully throw myself back into the ring.A few hours of exercise clears my stuffy head and wakes my appetite. When I get out of the shower I find Eleanor’s laid out a huge brunch for me and I eat an astounding amount of it. Clean, fed and still riding high on the endorphins from working out, I decide it’s time to formulate a plan of action.I can’t keep waiting for things to happen. If Aiden won’t come to me when he’s sober, then I’ll g

(Bria POV) Aiden must have been around 15 when this picture was taken. He’s all gangly limbs and wiry muscle, as skinny as a rake and still waiting for his growth spurt. Christopher is huge. Tall and powerful, dwarfing his younger brother. Even now, I’m sure he would have towered over Aiden, who’s not a small man.Christopher’s hair is a deep burgundy brown and his eyes the color of dark chocolate. His muscles appear to have muscles. He’s laughing, his arm not only slung across his younger brothers’ back, but pulling him closer in a one-armed hug. The bond between them is obvious.Aiden looks shy, but proud to be by his brother’s side. Chris seems immensely strong and very confident. Not arrogant, just certain of his place in the world. He looks like the type of Alpha the packs would have followed without a second thought.My gaze keeps going back to Aiden, seeing hints in the boy’s body of the man he would become. The high cheekbones and long lashes. Those startling green eyes, brig

(Aiden POV) Bria insists that we go to my quarters. “You can have a shower, I’ll even wash your back if you’d like me to,” she says suggestively, pausing as if she’s waiting for me to grab the low-hanging fruit she’s offering.I badly want to leap on her and the easy set-up she gives me, but I can’t forget the way she flinched away from me last night. I deserved that reaction and I’m terrified of ever seeing her do that again.I’m grateful that the cut on her face healed while we were sleeping. It hasn’t disappeared, but it’s not as obvious. Not that I deserve to have the proof of my stupidity erased that easily. I pushed her. I’m guilty of putting that mark there and I should be forced to remember and regret my actions.She’s my mate, the woman I love fiercely, and I shoved her away from me, letting her fall into a shard of glass I shattered because I can’t control my temper. I’m the beast to her Beauty. A far less deserving one than the enchanted prince in the fairytale.I am curse